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According to Egyptian law he cannot stop her from leaving. She is citizen of the U.S.; any questions she has about this will be fully answered if she calls the U.S. Embassy.

We can only work with what you tell us and we ASSume you're giving accurate information.

We can only work with what you tell us and we ASSume you're giving accurate information.

We can only work with what you tell us and we ASSume you're giving accurate information.

Better yet, really live there and live with him.
This is what I did and it's what turned out the farce I stepped into.
Having announced that (don't judge me), if I could offer a bit of insight, here goes:
If it doesn't feel right, it's not right. Marriage is marriage is marriage, no matter where you go or who you marry. Sure, there's a lot that can be chalked up to "culture" or "religion," but sift to the bottom and you'll find common elements no matter where you go.
For me, the clue was the same, recycled friends and family, and the occasion was always the same - outside, in public, for God and creation to see - and across town, far from the prying eyes and wagging tongues of the neighborhood he grew up in.
Marriage is family and all the trimmings. New babies, someone's in the hospital, engagement parties, weddings, graduations, wedding parties, promotions, funerals, retirements, all of those things are part of a marriage. So is bumping into a buddy in the street or running into someone in the grocery store. If the pictures in your memory (or proof for the Embassy) don't include those life moments, ask yourself how real your marriage feels.
My experience was that he held out for a long time, until his mother died, he ran out of money, and my employer required I write an article that was published in a widely read periodical. FWIW, that included a photo; I didn't come to town with 100 extra pounds or kid problems or a drawer full of bills back home. The cat was out of the bag and he was forced to do the right thing: come out with it. By then it was too late. He was ready to be a husband but I had checked out as a wife long before. Not only that, I hadn't yet realized that it had nothing to do with me and everything to do with him so I was HIGHLY offended. I honestly believed there was a wife or a fiancee but that was not the case. It was a long, long history of befriending western women, all because he has a dream and he wants someone to make that happen for him.
There ya go. That's my experience. Take from it what you will.

We can only work with what you tell us and we ASSume you're giving accurate information.

Better yet, really live there and live with him.
This is what I did and it's what turned out the farce I stepped into.
Having announced that (don't judge me), if I could offer a bit of insight, here goes:
If it doesn't feel right, it's not right. Marriage is marriage is marriage, no matter where you go or who you marry. Sure, there's a lot that can be chalked up to "culture" or "religion," but sift to the bottom and you'll find common elements no matter where you go.
For me, the clue was the same, recycled friends and family, and the occasion was always the same - outside, in public, for God and creation to see - and across town, far from the prying eyes and wagging tongues of the neighborhood he grew up in.
Marriage is family and all the trimmings. New babies, someone's in the hospital, engagement parties, weddings, graduations, wedding parties, promotions, funerals, retirements, all of those things are part of a marriage. So is bumping into a buddy in the street or running into someone in the grocery store. If the pictures in your memory (or proof for the Embassy) don't include those life moments, ask yourself how real your marriage feels.
My experience was that he held out for a long time, until his mother died, he ran out of money, and my employer required I write an article that was published in a widely read periodical. FWIW, that included a photo; I didn't come to town with 100 extra pounds or kid problems or a drawer full of bills back home. The cat was out of the bag and he was forced to do the right thing: come out with it. By then it was too late. He was ready to be a husband but I had checked out as a wife long before. Not only that, I hadn't yet realized that it had nothing to do with me and everything to do with him so I was HIGHLY offended. I honestly believed there was a wife or a fiancee but that was not the case. It was a long, long history of befriending western women, all because he has a dream and he wants someone to make that happen for him.
There ya go. That's my experience. Take from it what you will.